F**k You

I guess what I'm trying to say is
I'd rather be myself, even if myself's basic
I hear you all starting to say shit, but
You know you'd love to see the weird kid get famous
We don't buy our streams, we don't make hits
Jesus walks but you should hear him when he straight spits
When the worst you can say is it sounds like you made this in your basement
First of all fuck you, that still counts as a placement
Your attitude's foul, flagrant, chicken
Drain two buckets, fragrant delicious
Count the doubters on one hand, subtract 4 digits
That's the number of fucks I've given
Got a day job, a hustle, a side gig, and music
No sleep schedule, couple of drugs for abusing
A voice that I'm finding I'm okay with using
And I can't lose with Omni on the tune
Do you know how long it takes to recover from trauma?
Scars given to sons at the hands of their fathers
Guess that's why I'm honest about not being a baller
Trying to raise my son to love someone's daughter
Still women see me and say "Yes kid
I like how you're dressed kid
I like the bright nails and the hair and the rest kid
The heart on the sleeves dripping red on my dresses
Yeah, you got my interest but you're a bad investment"
Lower class cash flows like molasses in winter
Y'all hoe asses pay your own way at dinner
Look me in the eyes while the candle light flickers
With my hand on your thigh, lean in and whisper "Fuck you"

Local Politics matters
Black lives matter
The fact is it's only red blood getting splattered
If you didn't vote, I don't care for the chatter
Guess you'd sell the neighborhood if it pleases your master
I need a Socialist to help me get on social lists
Progressive with emotions and a knack for laying motionless
Leave the God talk at your weekly devotions
Sacramental sabbatical
Weekend travel to an ocean mist
Go ahead and play this loud
Got a good name go ahead and say it proud
S-a-n-s g-o without, leave no doubt
The kinda guy you find is kinda nice to keep around
Who'd have thought the noisy kid could get down
From his spot up on top of the clouds
Toe tapping no strapping hand clapping emcee
With a lyrical ease winning over the crowd
Done waiting for my train to come round
Blaze my own trail like Oregon bound
Burn a bush down, listen for the heavenly sound
Find a cute blonde with blue eyes and head on out
Fuck a pretense, girl
Show me what you do with that mouth
She leans in, grins, and says "Wow
Mr Sans I love how you don't tone it down"
I say just wait until the album comes out
Check the liner notes
I left a little message hand written in my finest tone
Fuck you